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You're up to your chinYou're out on a limbYou're so full of sinThat you're starting to spinYou wish you could flyYou would if you triedBut your wells running dryAnd your wondering whyI told you so, I told you soI told you so, I told you soI'm starting to thinkYou should see a shrinkYour ships gonna sinkYou'll miss if you blinkI told you so, I told you soI told you so, I told you soWhen you're out of luckEverything's fuckedYour try to suckYou'll just come unstuckIt's all wearing thinFor such a thick skinThe clothes that you're inShould be in the binI told you so, I told you soI told you so, I told you soI told you so, I told you soI told you so, I told you so From Letras Mania